So beautiful River. I always think that those who are that close to us are not lost in death; but we merely have to gaze deep within our own spirits to discover all that was the essence of that person residing there commingled with what we have become in our lives. I think you did that and found a mirror.

This is one of the beauties of poetry. Every reader is free to interpret from their view. I see how you feel death with the loss of someone. I write of a father I never knew and will never know. The power of the mind and its gifts of memory. 🙂